In my single room I reside, an old woman alone, I abide
With children, a legacy held dear, generations like stars, appear.
In my memories, laughter in their stride, my heart’s pride,
Yet visits come in distant waves, love is found in the depth of graves.
No longer do I toil in winter’s chill, No cakes to bake, no garden to till,
hobbies and books stuck inside, and eyes, once sharp, begin to hide.
In this solitude and quiet, I face the days, trying to keep my wit,
I lend a helping hand, To those who need it, when the nurses demand.
I read aloud to a neighbor, now gone, Together we sang, till her spirit moved on,
Life’s transient breath, a fragile grace, In this place where time finds empty space.
They say life’s span grows longer, it’s true, death casts its shadow too,
in my memories of my family’s past embrace, I find some comfort, in this confined space.
To the generations that follow my way, May you remember the bonds and stay,
Families are bridges, built to endure, In youth and old age, love should remain pure.
Though words may fade, like an aging rhyme, Grandma loves you, throughout all time.
WoPoLi 
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